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Afflictions though they seem severe




Afflictions, though they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent:
They stopped the prodigalís career,
And caused him to repent.

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My fatherís house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.



Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore.

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My fatherís house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.



What have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame and fear?
My fatherís house abounds with bread,
Whilst I am starving here.

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My fatherís house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.



Iíll go and tell him what Iíve done,
Fall down before his face,
Not worthy to be called his son,
Iíll ask a servantís place.

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My fatherís house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.



He saw his son returning back,
He looked, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellíous child.

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My fatherís house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.


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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1779
      Bible Refs: Lk 15:17;
      MUSIC
      Name: THE PRODIGAL SON
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1844
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